The fake light of a phone,
reading the fake life's of others.
Friends with the unfriendly.
Watching nervously,
caring for the sharing and likes.
Thumbs up means you own the world.
One faint click makes or breaks your day.
The feed feeding your insecurities.
You barely look at me.
I ask, " How's your day?"
The electric glow dims your look,
" My day's fine according to Facebook."